Cut This Heathen letra

Light of my life, bring the darkness Bring the dark so that fire shows Into
the dark, light the torches Light the torches that paint the walls Into the
night, close the circle Close the circle and wipe the stains Stain of my
life hidden art work Cut this heathen free Slow like a shivering I stall her
confessions No need for certainty, remembrance or truth Lust is the
strangest allied In memories growing Willingly sad she must have remembered
it all Martyr Hold your breath as your face gets broken torture Hold my
breath as I want to break Ride out this little storm she told me wile
bleeding I to have certain needs of bindings and hope Liar, your bodies
closing, I feel it, I feel it Martyr of lust denial lets dry out your tears
Martyr Hold your breath as your face gets broken Torture Hold my breath as I
want to break Martyr Take my hand and I'll give you guidance Martyr Take my
hand and we'll play for death Fall into sad comprehensions That I never had
Once more under open skies And the trembling achievements will pay This is
confessions and again, I live again The time must come for a closure, come
for an end To break free from the burdens and to finally transcend into the
solitude of a man in denial but until then the game Light of my life, bring
the darkness Bring the dark so that fire shows Into the dark, light the
torches Recollect the entire fall Into the night, close the circle Close the
circle and wipe the stains Stain of my you're the art work Cut this heathen
free Martyr, Hold your breath as your face gets broken Torture, hold my
breath as I want to break Martyr, take my hand and I give you guidance
Martyr take my hand and we pray for death

Vicious Art - Letras

• A Whistler And His Gun
• And Bent Down for Years
• Ceremony, The Waiting Waters
• Chain Hooks Falling
• Chewing Gunpowder
• Cut This Heathen
• Dancing Münchhausen
• Debria Seems To Be Bleeding
• Evicting Dead Tenants
• Fire Falls
• Komodo Lights
• Mother Dying
• Murderer
• Our Family Flesh
• Pick up This Sick Child
• The Paulina Paw Paintings
• The Poets Must Die
• The Topmost Violent God
• Tombstone Grind
• War
• We're Both Into Killing Me
• Why Would The Captured Set Free The Flies?